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[d kerr]

Maelorna sighs and happily relaxes, happy to not be worrying about being
hunted or where she might find herself or next mark for that matter.  As
she gives a soft sigh, the man won't leave her mind as a predatory smile
creeps across her lips, she can feel her skin starting to tingle from the
imagined feeling of his flesh and life coursing through her touch as her
heart beats quickly, while the all too familiar hunger builds.  "No, stop,
damn you, no no no, not here, it's not a town or a city," she whispers to
herself as she scrambles away from Fremea.  She tries to smile warmly but
the look of fear is evident as she realizes what she may have said and
worse had looked like.  "Sorry, forgive me, I need to.. uh, check my pack."
she tries to cover her nervousness and wonders how long she can hold off.
All the while, the voice pleads.
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